Brian Eno:Backwater Lyrics

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BackwaterWe're sailing at the edges of timeBackwaterWe're drifting at the waterlineOh, we're floating in the coastal watersYou and me and the porter's daughtersOoh what to do, not a sausage to doAnd the shorter of the porter's daughtersDips her hand in the deadly watersOoh what to do, in a tiny canoe

Black waterThere were six of us but now we are fiveWe're all talkingTo keep the conversation aliveThere was a senator from EcuadorWho talked about a meteorThat crashed on a hill in the south of PeruAnd was found by a conquistadorWho took it to the EmperorAnd he passed it on to a Turkish guru

His daughterWas slated for becoming divineHe taught herHe taught her how to split and defineBut if you study the logisticsAnd heuristics of the mysticsYou will find that their minds rarely move in a lineSo it's much more realisticTo abandon such ballisticsAnd resign to be trapped on a leaf in the vine